Sluttering

Intro: verse 1: Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness Gutters drain west mud made a mess of us It's time to leave this place Interlude: verse 2: I'd saw through your wrist to find a better trap that fits I'd saw through your traps to find a better you A part of you that lasts verse 3: I saw through your trap and into my own wrists Saw we were through red ribbons spill to blue A sight to sore your eyes I got this dress I'm hiking it around this waste of laughter Slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping Congratulations to you both I hope somewhere you're happy If there's a moral to this story then I wish you'd show me verse 4: Hair in the blood fly in the disappointment Rubber I'm glue I'll write the book on you It's sticking to my face Interlude: Verse 5: You need a little less than what you take for granted This is the sip that's drinking back from you Blacking out your eyes Verse 6: You need a little more suppression of you appetites This is your honeymoon in separate rooms It's neither sweet nor bright (Repeat Chorus 1) Breakdown: I made a word to give this state a name this game a guess I call it "sluttering" It means as little as your little test You are your worst revenge Your very means they have no ends This is a story you won't tell the kids we'll never have If you hear this song a hundred times it still won't be enough If you hear this song a hundred times it still won't be enough